LETS WRASSLE

"I've had just about enough of you already," he said in a voice not his own.

Duncan paled. Something wasn't right here. That little voice that had been niggling at the back of his mind for the last hour was suddenly roaring in his ears that there was something oddly familiar about all this, something that he didn't particular want to remember. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn't have any say in the matter.

Dexter grinned like the chesire cat, seeing the dawning recognition in his brother's eyes. 'You remember who I am,' he thought. '…and now I'm going to remind you why you don't mess with me.' He released Duncan's fist and grabbed him with both hands by the collar of his shirt. "Say… I've got a GREAT idea. Wanna know what it is?"

Duncan gaped; dread made him speechless because he KNEW that voice, just not why it came from his brother of all people.

Dexter pulled him closer till their noses touched, all the while maintaining unblinking eye contact and shouted enthusiastically, "LETS WRASTLE WHILE SINGING I'M A TUGBOAT CALL ME MEL!"

"EEEEEN," Duncan shrieked.

"My word, Duncan, what has you in such a tizzy all the sudden," his mother asked.

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Colored illustration for "Integration" Chapter 2: [link]

...because reminded me that I didn't have any colored pictures of Dexter in my gallery. So, I felt that it was necessary to rectify that.

So there ya have it.

Freakazoid, Dexter Douglas, Duncan Douglas © Warner Bros & Stephen Spielberg, John McCann, Paul Rugg, and all the staff of dreamworks

Integration © Me